Tonight, the day after Thanksgiving, I sit in my living room and listen to the world going to sleep thinking over the past couple wonderful days to those things I am most thankful for, and I begin to write.
 
My family. You are amazing. I tell you this whenever I can, but truly, you are the most amazing people, and the fact that I get to call you family makes my heart sing. You taught me all my first lessons, nurtured my first curiosities, and showed me how to quest for …

 
Someone’s life worth of tears covers my cheeks as I sit on a grassy hill looking at the stars. The breeze rushes through my thin clothing alternating between warm and chilly as I alternate between sobbing and breathing. A satellite crosses near a partially full moon as I mentally compare it to a partially lived life, bright and wonderful for what it is, but incomplete none the less.
 
Processing suicide is really hard and full of sudden emotion. I’m crippled by love one moment and totally pissed off the next. …